We See What You Want to See

Morality is the mother of all
Manner of immorality.

What is this urge to celebrate
The cage you’re locked in, cage you hate?

You don’t want others to escape.
Who knows what cages they might make?

The best reason for being good
Is to keep the others in view.

Everyone’s encouraged to cheat,
Given relentless surveillance.

One consequence is punishment
For cheating, by necessity,

And both are immorality,
Spawn of cage-fought morality.

You lovingly describe your bars
That frame you your identity,

Embrace them as your history,
While cursing those who locked you in,

While huddled in the middle with
Others planning better cages

As one cover for tinkering
With ways to jailbreak cells you’re in.